I've got the urge and soul to go I've got the green for my juice-ride spent time in sad machines I've got my kicks on Orleans time the clock went dead
're sleeping, stay awake. We are young supernovas and the heat's about to break. Who will rise and who will sink? Who's going to stand his ground and who's
you, they?ll twist you, believe they can save you But all that they offer are Lucifer?s flowers The psychotic angels grow Lucifer?s flowers Lucifer?s flowers, Lucifer?s
's void Give me your strange drug Down with the boys, yesterday's void Give me your strange drug Asylum disciple, Lord of the wild Soul spinner thriller, life's
of the season's change And a new fire shall be lit A silent moment to remember the deceased (The way our ancestors did) Season's change Season's change
Send me over, taste the day, taste the day Blink in fragments, gone away, gone away Captured moments, hold the frame, hold the frame Mold me, build me
's made up When your mind's made up There's no point trying to change it When your mind's made up When your mind's made up There's no point trying to
by When deprivation took its toll on you No more to defend, fading away 'Cause we were always alone We were born in the hunter's season All I really
a lie At the season's end (Season's end) Come lift the light Into heaven with a song (With a song) Don't say goodbye 'Cause it's been so long It's
hold out) Oh, but it's cold outside (It's cold outside) Now Harry I simply must go (Oh come on now it's cold outside) The answer is no (Baby, it's cold
doing New Year?s New Year?s Eve? Wonder whose arms Will hold you good and tight When it?s exactly Twelve o?clock that night Welcoming in the New Year New Year?s
here (Stop this all) Seasons fade there's not much to say 'Cept that he was right (stop this all) Continue through to the next decade It's fallen Please
dreaming This is the season of a lifetime passing you by If that matters, oh, oh, oh The best things are always gone in the blink of an eye The drummer boy's
that's bad, right? That's right I wipe my hands and that's that, right? That's right Right, right, yep that's right Right, right, yep that's right Right
colours done Oh when the seasons change We'll look ridiculous Is that what we want boys? Not at all Not at all I'm certain that summer's my season
Nothing new under the sun, life's seasons always return. Spring is hope for more that blossoms in summer. Fall is sighing for restoring in winter
cosmos flexibility, An ingenious interplay through elemental sophistry [Approaching chaos:] Constantly, havoc comes falling down In the structural circus, a morbid clown Still it's
year, I don't think Johnny agrees. Christine the girl of his dreams, Decided to cut him free. He says he's fine, although his heart thinks differently. This is the season